Where angels dance

“Write only what you love, and love what you write,” Ray Bradbury wrote. What would be the point of writing words of hate, or words that don’t speak love, no, shout love? What would be the point of wasting any moment of life on the mean, the small, the spirit-breaking nastiness? Given a finite timeContinue reading “Where angels dance”

A point of perseverance

This is Day 358 of my “blog every day for 92 days” personal challenge. Barring an unforeseen catastrophe, next Saturday I’ll complete a full year of daily blogging for the first time in my decade and a half since discovering how easy it is to have a blog. Will I quit shortly afterward, like IContinue reading “A point of perseverance”

Life is what happens while …

I’ve been sitting here for five minutes, thinking about what I could be writing, instead of actually writing. I wonder if that’s a metaphor for life: You could be living, but instead you sit and think about the life you could be living. Oh, it’s important to sit and think, too, it’s a form ofContinue reading “Life is what happens while …”

Random scribbling before dawn, Part II

Ten minutes. That’s all it took — a short burst of effort, a little bit of time — to write the blog post I put up Wednesday. That’s how 272-day writing streaks happen. “Can you meet this goal for this moment in time?” “Sure, I guess I can.” “Good. How about now? Can you doContinue reading “Random scribbling before dawn, Part II”